The beautiful dawn burnt sky
Clouds colored with purple pastels
Blue and bluer night shades
Beauty in the nighttime

The killing fields blood soaked bandages
The fanatic’s face distorted with rage
Beautiful language turned to bile
And the corpses rise in piles

The flying birds singing
The squirrel trying to hide
The dog barking playfully
The deer running at night

The Cops throwing tear gas
The cops shooting young blacks
The cops get off scott free
Blaming the black community

The warm rain washing my raw skin
Splashing in puddles
Laughing with old friends
Rinsing away the stress

The starving child
The bitter pundit
The crooked politician
All of those nasty statesmen

It is getting harder and harder
To separate the hate
From the beautiful things
The music from the screams

And I keep slipping and slipping
Faster and faster into the depressive darkness
Defeated by the heartless
My heart is breaking and unlike the dawn
There will be no light coming